enchantement - SOULBOUND I̲̅ || SS/HG ✔️

27. Medication

A/N: Some of you might have noticed the change in the book cover such as its name 🌹🦊

In case you're wondering, it isn't a spelling mistake, 'enchantement' is the french word for 'enchantment'. Of course, there is also a reason for that but all in due time. ⭐️🔮🐍

I hope you like it.

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The next morning Hermione woke up with a smile on her face. She had never felt happier, knowing that after all of her efforts, she finally succeeded in seducing her potion master.

Thoughts about Ravensun or her past life were long forgotten as she reached her closet, ready for the day. Noticing the medicine in one of her drawers, she placed the plastic bag into her pocket, "what are you doing?" she heard Harry ask as he entered her room.

"I don't need those anymore" she stated, walking past him down the stairs to their common room, "besides I haven't been using them for quite some time now. I will give them back to Ms Pomfrey this afternoon during my free period."

Harry had been worried for the wellbeing of his friend, unable to grasp how no one had remarked her extreme weight loss and unusually faint skin these past few days. During Quidditch, he has questioned some of his peers - wondering if they had noticed any physical change, yet surprisingly, none did. On the contrary, all said she looked fit and well-shaped.

"Hermione do you need anything? A hot tea or chocolate maybe?"

Joining her on the leather sofa in front of the fireplace, he studied her face, her cheekbones now protruding from her ordinarily healthy looking skin.

Smiling back, she took his hand in his discerning the concern in his voice, "I'm alright Harry, don't worry. I've never felt better actually!"

It wasn't all a lie, even though she knew that since her soul had joined this vessel, she felt weaker and defenceless. "How are things with Malfoy?"

Harry breathed, before glancing throughout the room, ensuring that they were the only ones there. "I did see him, that evening after dinner. I was right all this time, he's a death eater. He was working on something, like a tall wardrobe, but it wasn't as large..."

"A cabinet?" Continued Hermione, "he's working on a vanishing cabinet Harry. His sister's at Borgin and Burkes and together they act as a passageway between two places."

Recalling the odd discussion he had with her a few days prior, he began to put the pieces back together. "Hermione, how come do you know all of this? I mean, we both know you're the smartest witch of your age but that doesn't justify everything. Last time we talked in your room, you said something similar."

She knew it would be far too dangerous to tell him about her time travelling, the future - after all, he would want to know what happens during the war. Trying her best to ignore his question, she summoned one of her many books and pretended to read - hoping to get Harry off her back. Yet this time, he wasn't going to let her loose.

"Listen, whatever it is, it must have to do with that time turner of yours." Hermione's shut upwards, her eyes widened in a cocktail of fear and confusion, "bloody hell 'Mione don't tell me you..."

Raising a desperate hand in the air, signalling him to stop talking, she whispered, "how do you know about the time turner?"

"I went to visit you in the hospital wing the day you fainted. No one was there, and you had it around your next." He explained, noticing her sudden panic, her hand quivering in an unsettling way. Troubled, he stood up and pulled her inside one of the many lavatories. "Something has been going on with you since that day, explain to me!"

"Toilets, how glamourous" she joked, causing him to give her an ominous scowl, making her gulp. "It's too dangerous, I can't tell you."

Rolling his eyes in exasperation, he sat her down on the privy closing the door behind him, "I'll remind you that there are only two - no three - living people who know about what we've done with your time turner in third year. I haven't said a word of it, to anyone, not even Ron for Godric's sake!" Hunching before her, he seized her hand, "Hermione trust me, whatever it is, you can tell me. It's obviously eating you alive."

Lifting her wand and casting a silencing charm around them, Hermione finally spoke, the fear in her eyes unsettling the young boy. "I'm from the future. Listen, in my time, the war was at its peak. But I was sent here - or my soul more specifically - to help Dumbledore regarding a matter that I refuse to discuss with you. But things changed, I was sent under falls pretences, that there was a sort of 'rescue plan' in case they failed -"

"They?" He intervened, now sitting comfortably on the ground, listening to her as if she was a child storyteller.

"Severus and Dumbledore." Harry had remarked the transition of tone when she pronounced the potion master's name - a tint of longing in her voice. "But to my surprise, they had never discussed any of it. I thought it was just a coincidence, but then our conversation happened. In my time, in Diagon Alley, you suggested we follow Malfoy and there we saw him and his stuck up mother looking at some cabinet. Later we realised what it was for, but it was too late." Her eyes drifted somewhere unknown, the images and memories of that day flowing in front of her peepers - like a cinematographic movie - reminding her of that dreadful night's event.

"Is that why you're asking me to talk to Malfoy instead of following his every move on the map?"

Her giggles warmed his heart, the uncomfortably chilly atmosphere now vanished "it's called stalking, not 'following'." She smiled at him, before looking down onto their now intertwined fingers, "during the war you told me about your feelings for Malfoy. You were afraid of what others might think, but I told you not to. One day, you were shifting in your sleep, begging for pardon. Once I woke you up, you told me how much hate you felt for yourself for liking a traitor like Draco Malfoy." Harry flinched at her words, realising that if it weren't for her regular reminders about the Slytherin, he might not have come to terms with his sentiments towards him.

"When I came into this timeline, I knew I had to do something about it. After all, it all starts with Malfoy." Joining him on the small-spaced marbled floor, Hermione looking him straight into his green orbs, "no matter what happens Harry Potter, know that some people don't have a choice. He doesn't, it's either he watches his family die under the wand of the Dark Lord or he finds a way to protect them. Just like you do actually. You protect all of us by shielding us from evil. You aren't so different. I long believed you had a choice, but neither do you. From the moment you set foot in this world, you had to face Voldemort and avenge your parents, there is simply no other way out."

Shivers ran down his arm - his light hair lifting in the back of his neck as realisation stroke him. He knew it, of course, that his existence meant he was the one to kill Voldemort and no one else. He had long hated Malfoy for his snobbish pureblooded attitudes, but now...his heart no longer pulsed the same way.

"Do you think I can change him, making him join our side?" He asked seeking for her comfort, "he can be good I just need to -"

"You can make him feel like he is not alone. He will have to accomplish this task, the course of this timeline cannot be changed. However, you can make him see past the darkness and hatred he has been raised in all of those years."

Drawing him into a tight hug, Hermione let loose of the tear she hadn't realised she was holding. She felt relieved to have told him the truth, astounded by how careless and selfish she had been. "I'm sorry I made you worry so much" she added, kissing his cheek.

"If I get this right, you are from the future and your soul was sent to your younger body through a time-turner. If that's the case, what happened to the soul of the Hermione in this timeline?"

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A/N: I had such a hard time writing Harry's last words, I didn't know how to present the issue best. I hope you understood what was meant to be said 🙈♥️🌸

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